Signs and omens

This past Thursday, I was mowing the yard when I decided to try to get up under the scuppernong vine trellis and cut some of the growth, as I have done several times before. The blade hit a hidden thick rusty wire, part of which flew up and hit the knuckles of my first two fingers on my right hand. And of course, the blade refuses to work. My knuckle is still swollen and bruised.

Saturday, I vacuumed and straightened up and dusted. I was dusting the top of the TV (moved all the candles and everything) and was trying to peel off one of those little foil circles that are on the bottoms of candles and get stuck to surfaces. There was a tiny shard of glass leftover from a broken candle holder, and I sliced my thumb open on it.

I am taking these to be signs from above that truly, I am not meant for this type of tedious chore-doing, and the universe prefer I be lying on my bed under the fan, reading or sleeping.